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be everlasting
We ain't ever got be fasting were about to run the world
Finna do it all with love you should know by now
That ain't ever giving up my

checks in day by day im flexin
New pateks n fn get to wet n all that talkin leave you quiet like a cricket
All my products read explicit
Fredo boy about

paper up I can't get enough
I need old money that papyrus, till I'm rich enough the clubs pay for us
I'm on my grind like a skateboarder, money on my mind

nem Dreams like meek 
Inna day and night nigga that's On God 
Only just right nigga that's  on God 
Only just right nigga I'm a star
Better not play

First name basis with the plug I be shopping
He get a new one in you know that I'm copping
I'm drowning out the opps ain't no competition
I go bring

or pins
I’m really finning to bop ya
Finning to drop ya
Finning to put ya down
You can’t keep winning by cop out
Finna get knocked out? 
Nigga I got this

prayers
To me cause you know that I'm Making it rain

Throw me to the wolves I will be Return leading the pack
My goons are lions by my side, I see Your

bullet in the eye Homie that's for sure
Show me all yo Features leave us 
Burning bridges Screaming Meaning 
I don't give a fuck about ur team and I will

some beats consecutively
Ima CEO, executive
Yeen fucking wimme yeen messing with
I'm onna level that you never been to
I'm prolly getn closer to the 10

Yeah, woah yeah, woah
Yeah, woah yeah, woah

I'm at the top, don't think that I'm stoppin'
Makin' some songs, my fans tell me
"Drop 'em"
Designer

they all kinds of funny when i stop by 
Got em all kinds of dummy when i drop vibes 
Been up and I'm rolling on a few things 
She picked up and she

You found your love, I ain't got none And that shit rubbin' in my face
You got your gun, he got his gun So don't say nothin', you won't take
Was

Ohtani
Beat me? Nobody!
Mob boss John Gotti
Cobra-Kai Karate
Fortnite off the top floor
You hate that or the cops more?
900 no pigeon score
Did a Tony Hawk

I’m just keepin’ G
Everybody got some ratchet in ‘em, even me
She know I hit her sister
But she still let me beat
I done done that shit so
Many times I

Beat you 'til you came, I got that star spit
Your body starts speaking to me, wanna get naughty
Wanna get on your D, suck my titties, no fee
But I ain't

doubted me, questioned me, didn’t believe me when
I said I’d drop a mixtape, oh shit that was a mistake
This shit sound like an album, so fuck whoever

think I’ll be flowing
But these words be raining down in my mind, so all these stories
Is what I tell you in my rhymes, on these beats that I made, homie

the same plastic
Not saying I hate a clean Earth, but I hate that shit
You can't be on par with me if you ain't busting dude on beat
Since ya crackers drop

the morning light
We down here smoking with this Tremé shit
You can tell by the tuba that we got a new hit
Now it's Mardi Gras morning and we down in Tremé

that gospel in her (Oh Lord)
This shit right here is feeling so divine
Finally starting to make sense just by how it's all aligning

If you looking come

The time

Ain't no wrist watch
I ain't drop a dime

That bitch gone do
Me first

Ima go with the flow
Like I'm Lil uzi vert

Im up under that skirt
If that

you is fan nigga
Bro got that chopper mother fucker singing it sound like a opera
Bro said to slide, shit, that is a honor
Any beat you give me I gotta

I hit the brake, we break down see on a
See on a corner, the dime piece stopped to drop a dime into the telly
The other one stepped over, exposin'

shit was so trash 

Speaking of albums my shit was a classic I got em like what he on next 

When I drop all them niggas that slept on ya boy finna act